Hey won pt you look at that, I coloured them!! Whoop for me!! \(:D)/
Anyhow, I made and coloured all of these on my iPad.. Aaanndd I’ve been lazy again… T^T isthatnewsnonotreallywell
And have a one-eyed cartoon character I made (he has friends) out of a whim. They’re one-eyed, simple drawings, with cone hats with their initials (they’re all named after emotions/feelings n stuff) on it.. And I try to make all of their colours different. It’s… Surprisingly not very easy… 😐

So, story of the week, time, post, month, whatever…

#3 The Religious ManThe Lord works in mysterious ways. At least that’s what people say and that’s what I have come to believe. They also say that angels are good and demons are bad. Every thing seems very black and white from what I have been tought. But as life has shown me, anything rarely is. There is no such thing as black or white, only varying colours of grey. Throughout my life I have learned many things. But all my 27 years of experience would never have been able to prepare me for an encounter that changed my life. My name is Thatcher Hemsley, and let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time there was a young man with blue eyes and dark brown hair and pale skin. He was a man of faith. He believed in God, and he believed in people. In his school days he was diligent, and after he was hard-working. He was content with what he had in life, he was balanced. An encounter that would have been deemed as impossible by many people disrupted that balance. It was raining but he walked through, not minding his wet clothes. The streets were quiet and no one was in sight when he spotted a man. A man who was staring straight at him. It should’ve been weird or creepy, but all he felt was an odd sense of calm. A sense that this man is no danger to him. He stared back, curious, and as he got closer his footsteps slowed down. The man in front of him looked older with green eyes and black hair. The man smiled and said, “Hello, I am Asmodel, an angel of the lord, and I am here to serve you as your guardian.” Despite his belief, someone claiming to be an angel should have been a stretch, unbelievable. But he didn’t, no, he couldn’t doubt the being in front of him. He replied, “I’m… Thatcher Hemsley…” He honestly could not think of anything else to say. He was speechless.
That day, his balance started to change without his notice. His happy life fell apart but gave in to a better one. A life with a person he loves who loves him equally in return. But that was only the beginning. The story of his life has just started.

((Mmmhhhh….. I hope it’s okay for you guys. I’m not sure I actually got the atmosphere/feeling right. So, Thatch’s pov will be a half fairy tale story telling sort of style. If you get what I mean.. ^^a That’s Thatch meeting Gav, and the next one will be Gav Cloy, the fallen angel. I can’t think of anything else to say, so, until next time,

*nervous laugh* Um, I missed the last few weeks……. ;___; (make that a month) Ugh, but this time it’s not just because of me procrastinating, blame my assignments (yes, plural) too… :P’a
Anyhow, here I am. I might post more than one but I don’t want to make any promises ugh So, my brother and father came over (not sure if that’s the right word for it ’cause this is my dad’s house :P) for 3 weeks and my dad has been dragging me all over the place.. I’m not sure if I actually mind it.. :/a My bro tried the Croc and Roo (crocodile and kangaroo) in this restaurant in Manly. Btw, I never told you that I tried that last year too did I.. Did I?? Well just so you know, Crocodile meat tastes like chicken, literally, and kangaroo meat tastes like beef or something. I never expected croc meat to be white meat, actually I didn’t know what to expect. ^^’a Now I don’t know, but some of you might think “Poor kangaroo (or maybe crocodile)! How could she eat that!” Or maybe “Ugh, yuck! You really ate that?” Or possibly “Hmm, I want to try it too.” (lol, not sure if anyone except a curious foody or just someone too curious would actually think that) Well, I did kind of feel sorry for the kanga, but that might have been because it was red meat (I associate red meat with beef so..) or maybe something else, who knows. And a couple of days after that I had a camel burger! (disgusting? No? Oh well) It looked more like a camel burger patty whatever-ya-call-it in a sandwich. *shrug* It didn’t taste bad but.. Well, I wanted to know what the camel meat on its own would taste like. Maybe someday.
Oh wow, okay, enough about the exotic foods and on to Gil!

#2 The Unreligious ManHi, my name’s Gilbert Milloy, and my friends call me Gil. I’m a 32 year old white American with gray-green eyes and sandy blond hair. I grew up in a relaxed and open-minded environment. My family is, surprisingly, very normal. But this isn’t about my family or how I grew up. This is about that day I met a demon.
It was a nice day, some may call it beautiful even, when I decided to have a walk in a park. (the walk in a park was ‘a walk in a park’.. snickers) And I was still jobless. Even more jobless than a flipping 2 year old. Why is finding a job so hard? Just because I have my dumb mood swings (my doctor says it’s a personality disorder) no one wants to hire me! Discrimination! That’s what this is! The others say that I’m in denial. I honestly don’t know what I would be in denial of. No, seriously, I don’t. Why would I eve-…
I bumped into a wall and almost fell on my ass. “Oww!” “Oops! You need to pay attention where you’re going, mate!” Oh, walls don’t talk. I looked up to see a guy smiling down at me. He had hazel eyes and dark brown hair, and his accent sounded foreign, maybe British or Australian (I could never tell the difference). Something about this man unsettled me, something about him felt wrong. “Uh, s-sorry man, I guess thinking and walking aren’t a good combo.” I laughed nervously. Dagnabit! I hate stuttering. The man looked at me, his smile turned into a grin before he started laughing. “No problem! You seem okay, my name’s Allan, what’s your’s?” Nope! That just set my alarm off. Rather than friendly (probably the intended image) he looked more creepy than anything. Ugh. And of course I started stuttering again. Sigh. “Um, I -uh.. It’s, it’s Gil -Gilbert…” If I haven’t mistaken, I’m pretty sure I was developing a migraine. “Dude, chill! I’m not going to kidnap you or what ever it is you’re so nervous about.” He said it while imitating the (as far as I know) universal sign of surrender. No, I still didn’t buy it. Laughs. I spoke slowly and my disbelief was probably dripping everywhere. “.. Yeah, I need to go..” He just smiled at me and waved. “Bye~, sampai jumpa lagi!” That last thing he said wasn’t in English, but I ignored it in favor of getting as far away from him as possible. I spent the rest of the day looking behind my back and being paranoid about my surroundings.
Little did I know that that man, Allan, was a demon that would change my world and what I knew of it. And through that demon I would meet two people (I use the term loosely), and the three of them I would regard as my best friends. All in good time.

((I wanted to try different point of views and different ways of ‘speaking’ between the characters, please tell me what you think about it. (seriously I need feedback D: ) As far as I know dagnabit is not a word. Gil is going to invent/say weird words instead of actual curse/swear words. He’s funny like that. ^^ (in a weird way lol) And because he is American, every time it’s his pov I’ll use the American spelling. So if I make any mistakes, please, please, tell me. I’m used to my u’s and I’m not entirely sure with the difference between American, British, and Australian English. #insertbeggingface
Btw, “sampai jumpa lagi” is Indonesian for see you again/next time. Yes, I decided Allan speaks Indonesian, ’cause I can (speak the language and make him). The next one will be Thatcher Hemsley, the religious man. Until then,

Hooraahh!! I actually did what I said I would do! :DP
Anyhow, here is a little bit of shameless advertising.. My cousin likes designing dresses but peer pressure (or maybe more like authority pressure) made her not pursue a designing career, and she wanted me to post her designs online. And since I’m not posting them here (this blog is for my personal stuff only, if you didn’t notice) I made a new blog for her. And because most of the time we will be (are) living in different countries I will post things really slowly into her blog. (and because of my computer I can’t properly edit the website) Here it is, if you want to have a look at it: E. S. S. J. Design
Now on to the drabble!

#1 The “Good” DemonThere are many things in this world. Many conflict between humans. Those insignificant specs of dust flying with the wind with no destination, fighting with each other for everything and anything. Watching them wrestle each other is one of the most entertaining pass time -even they themselves agree. Although coming from someone who lives -no, used to live- in a hot red and black wasteland with nothing but screams it’s not surprising, really. My name is Allan Page, and I am a demon known as Alastor.
Now before we move our relationship any further, we will need some visuals, don’t you think? Age (as a human) 29, hazel eyes, dark brown semi long hair, and tan skin. You can go nuts with the details! Besides annoying the heck out of my mates, my hobbies are watching things, being mischievous, breaking the fourth wall, and just generally being me… You can’t tell, but I’m winking now. Aren’t we having a fine conversation -hm? Oh, background? That’s a long story you’re asking for, but the short version is:
Once upon a time there was a demon who wasn’t as evil as they came. He was different, and the other demons didn’t like him for that. One day that demon did something no other demons would ever dare to do. He stole something from the one who controls hell. That young demon had the insight to run like there was no tomorrow, and was never heard of again. Until today that demon grew up and lived among humans. So the story continues to the demon meeting his three companions, and this ends the story of ‘The “Good” Demon’. To be continued.. Well I can’t say the end now, can I.
G’day, and see you next time!

((I apologise for Allan, if whatever he (now and the future) says go over the line please forgive him, don’t take him too seriously. Never take everything he says too seriously. He’s Allan.. I love him, but I admit he’s a total git. Anyhow, tell me if there is anything I can improve. And next would be about Gilbert, the unreligious man.))

“The sun is near setting. The sky is turning dark and I feel the chill of the evening wind. I stand on the sand and look at the horizon. Not many stars will show tonight, the clouds are gathering. The salty wind is harsh on my skin, but I want to stay for a while longer. The sea is deep and dark, not showing what is beneath.

I picture the scene in different colours.. I think yellow is quite good, it matches the colour of the sun and the orange shade of the sky. I stare for another few minutes and decide that it’s getting too cold and head back to make tea and watch some television.”

Hoorah, hoorah another short story (monotone).. The first image is a bw version edited a little with photoshop (I added a gradient and erased some parts for the sun and clouds) and the second one is a version with 50% contrast. This was drawn on brown paper with a black pen. Haha, you might be thinking what’s with me and brown paper.. 😛

Anyhow, oh! I wanted to tell you guys about something.. So, a few days ago I finally finished a chapter for a story! 😀 I know that sounds sad, but I usually have to re-write a chapter again and again and again.. It’s annoying. D: That’s why I’m quite happy that I finished this and felt quite satisfied with the results. (Fragments of Dreams doesn’t count because they are more of a recount of my dreams than actual fiction) The title of this story is After Dark (comes light), taken from a quote by an Indonesian hero R. A. Kartini that says: “Habis gelap terbitlah terang”, which literally means after dark comes light. I felt that that quote suits the story a lot, because at the beginning the main character experiences something very bad and later (very later) on in the story will be revealed something that will counter that experience.

I’ll give you a little summary: Officer Carson stumbles into something he shouldn’t have. It’s too late for him to run or hide, he can only trust his friend Special Agent Kellerman to uncover the dark secret an organization wants to keep hidden. Tyler, only relying on what his friend left behind wants to find the person responsible for his friend’s death.

If you are an awesome blogger by the name of Sethsnap you will know what this is about.. More or less. If you want to know what I wrote try checking his ‘Your Story’ posts starting from here. This story has Tyler Kellerman, a 33 years old Aussie, as the main character. His best friend, Thomas ‘Tom’ Carson, is killed.. Right from the start. ‘Cause that’s the type of writer I am, start with a what-the-hell-happened/is-going-on scenario. 😛 The setting is in present day Australia. Because I can’t write a story with America, etc as the setting if I’ve never been there. So far I only have one chapter done, but I have ideas for almost half of the whole story. That’s also the kind of writer I am, I think too far ahead. I should stop for a while now.. T__T And also this story is somewhat of a ‘before’ of a slightly older story I made. But that’s a different story with different main characters (yes, that one has multiple m.c.s). Anyhow! I’ll type the chapter into the computer before I decide to start the re-writing spree. I hope you guys will like it.. Remember I’m still new at writing (in a serious manner) so constructive criticism would be totally awesome. Thanks a lot everyone. 🙂

“Going through the woods, I look up to see the sun. I have been walking for two hours now, just wandering around and drawing the scenes I find interesting. It’s almost time to go back. One more drawing then I’ll be done.

I see through some trees at the clear sky and bright sun. Hmm, I want to draw that. I sit down on a rock and take out my drawing book and colour pencils. I look up one more time before letting my hand draw freely.

I love drawing and as far as I know I’m quite good at it.”

That story up there is just fiction, for your information (and sorry it’s so short).. Oh, by the way, eek! Just imagine that the writings on the bottom right don’t exist. 😛 So, I drew this a few days ago because I felt like drawing. I used (kind of) half of an A4 drawing paper and colour pencils. I drew it at night so I couldn’t see that good (the light could be righter here), but I think it turned out quite okay. 🙂 What do you think? Is the shadow good enough? Or the tree and leaves, are they okay? Constructive criticism would be nice, I could use some to improve my drawings. 🙂

Oh!! And thanks a lot everyone, for all the likes and follows. I’m happy that people are enjoying what I’ve made.. I hope you’ll continue to enjoy them. Thanks again guys, I love you all. ;D

“In the middle of a pond. A statue, with a white bird perched on top. Ducks swimming freely. The water blue, reflecting the colour of the clear sky and the green moss underneath. Look closely and see, people sitting in groups.

A peaceful day, a clear sky. Go out and look around.”

“A bird perched on a statue. The statue, a woman, streaked with white from all the days abused by weather and animal. The bird, coloured black and white, content with where it is.”

“One, two, three

White and black upon a tree

Look for us, can you see?

One two three upon a tree”

“A white fountain in a pond. Water dripping from the top. Leaves and ducks floating on the water. Trees and other plants surround them. The second captured where everything seems to stop. Will always be the same even with time not pausing a second.”

– I am very sorry I haven’t been uploading anything these days (again), I caught ‘the lazy’ again. ;A; So, what do you guys think? I took these when I went to the Sydney Botanical Garden (you know, when I took the photo of those ducks). I love taking photos of (moving) water, well actually I love taking photos of lots of things but whatever. And, I didn’t feel like coming up with a story so I gave you the ‘word vomit’ again.. 😛 Sorry ’bout that. Tell me if there are any typo/grammatical errors. Or if my ‘word vomit’ was too weird. So, anyhow, seriously, can you guys see the birds in the third photo?? (I just realized there are three birds in the third photo, emphasis on third :P) To me it’s quite obvious, but I know they’re there.. Ask or click on the photo if you can’t. Thanks 🙂

“A world on paper. It can be anything you want. Fantasy, realistic, simple, complicated.. Let your mind and hand freely create.

Whether it’s a tower with a moat around it, twin volcanoes spitting lava and smoke, or a tree with a magical gem in a cave. Whether it’s a story with a happy ending or not. That world you created on a piece of paper, only you know the full story it holds.

Won’t you share it with us? Your fantasy on a piece of paper. Here is mine, where is yours?”

– Drew this a few days ago. The first is the original and second is the bw version (contrast 100%). It’s on an A4 printing paper (HV paper? I forgot what it was called) and I used a pen when I drew it. The top-left is a tower with a moat around it and a wooden bridge to go across, in the middle of a forest (sorry if it doesn’t look like it). Bottom-left are twin volcanoes also in the middle of a forest with a black sun on the top-left side (or dark red as I prefer it) and some sort of ‘bridge’ between them, the left volcano is spitting lava while the right one is spitting smoke. The last one is (kind of) a (skinny) banyan tree with a glowing gem on the top, the ‘cage’ is made from the tree’s branches, in a dark (big) cave, the cave floor is meant to be made of dozens of rocks (not quite pebble sized).

I hope that was a good enough description, if there is anything else you want to know please just ask me. 🙂

By the way what I drew was a fantasy world, but it doesn’t really have a good story. If you want to you can (please?) help me make a story for it by putting it in the comments.

“Green eyes look around, and something in the corner catches their attention. They look on, interested. Staring shamelessly. Unmasked interest and curiosity lights their already vibrant colour. They didn’t leave their target until it went out of view.”

– That was real short.. I couldn’t think of a longer story for these ones, sorry ’bout that. Anyway, I really like drawing eyes, to me they’re easy and interesting. Expect other drawings of eyes in the future. 😉

These two were drawn by hand (obviously) on an out-of-shape piece of brown paper and edited+coloured with photoshop. Tell me if you guys want to see the original image. 🙂

So, the emotions that I saw (see) in this is interest (the most) and curiosity. What emotion do you see??

Black and white. Two shades categorized as ‘other’. Decides shadow and light. Colourless, still, old, melancholy, different, desolate, beauty in its own way.. Sometimes reverting to the world of two ‘colours’ is the right way, sometimes.. Sometimes colourless deliver the meaning just right.”

-Okay, I don’t know how it turned more into black and white while the picture itself is, well, colourful. But I like it, so whatever. 😛 Anyway, I wanted to post this now just because I didn’t want to wait and ’cause I can. And I like close-ups.

When I took this picture -or actually before- I just looked into that box and thought ‘Oh, I bet that actually will look nice in a photo’. So, ya. And the blacks and white are (mostly) charcoal. I got them from my grandmother since she doesn’t really use them anymore. So, yep, okay, I’ll stop babbling. Thanks 🙂

B.o.S. (kind of) over ‘n out!!

Quick babble: When I made my username I did not realize if I only used the first alphabets it would turn into ‘bos’. 8DP

Old and worn out. Sturdy and hard to break. Gold on a surface of blue. Close the door, lock it, and throw the key away.

Do you trust The Lock? It’s hole all scratched up. If you worry too much it might not stay locked for long. What will you do?”

-Oh God, what did I just type.. Please excuse the weird random(?) word vomit(-ish) (I don’t even know what to call it) and any kind of grammar/typing/etc mistake. I couldn’t really think of a story or any kind of writing to go with it, so I just made up some nonsensical bull. Yea. Thanks.